"Hmm... okay then." Wen Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, then shrugged and didn't ask any further questions.

Time seemed to fly by during their afternoon nap, and when they woke up it was already late afternoon, close to evening.

After washing her face, Wenmo began to prepare dinner for the day.

Patients with fever cannot eat too much spicy food, and since this girl's period also happened to fall at this time, Wen Mo immediately rejected any dishes with a hint of spice.

"Let's eat something light tonight." Wen Mo opened the refrigerator. Since we hadn't replenished the food yesterday, there was hardly anything left. "But... it seems like there's not much left."

Wen Mo picked up a bunch of scallions, rested his chin on his hand thoughtfully, weighed them in his hand a couple of times, and then put them aside for later use.

Suddenly, a small head came close to my side.

Xia Lian reached out and gently poked Wen Mo, who was deep in thought, with an innocent expression.

"Hmm?" Noticing the gaze of the person next to him, Wen Mo came back to his senses and looked at her. "What's wrong, Xiao Lian? Is there something you want to eat?"

Xia Lian didn't say anything, but just stroked her lower abdomen blankly.

"My stomach is growling..."

She spent almost the entire day in bed today. She accidentally fell asleep at noon and missed lunch, so her stomach is now empty, and she can even hear some rumbling sounds from her hunger.

Glug glug...

"Pfft... I know, go sit down for a while, you've been lying down all day." Wen Mo chuckled and patted her head, helping Xia Lian to the side.

Since there wasn't much food at home to begin with, Wenmo was too lazy to come up with a recipe; making some light dishes would be enough.

Holding the bunch of scallions, Wen Mo hummed a little tune as he walked into the kitchen.

When he came out, he had two bowls of white noodles in his hands, with a few scallions floating on the soup. It was clear that the scallions on top were the same ones from before.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Wen Mo greeted her and placed two bowls of noodles on the table, while Xia Lian had already picked up her chopsticks and was waiting at the table.

Although it was said that I had to wait a long time, it wasn't actually that long, because making these two bowls of clear soup noodles was so easy that it took less than ten minutes to make both bowls.

After slurping up a mouthful of noodles, Wen Mo smacked his lips, his face completely speechless.

The flavor was so bland it was almost unbearable. Taking a bite felt like not eating anything at all, like drinking water. It seemed to have been made too blandly.

However… Wen Mo looked up and secretly glanced at the woman sitting next to him.

This girl seems to be enjoying her meal quite a bit.

Xia Lian was probably a little hungry, so she ate slowly, taking small bites with her chopsticks.

It also makes a cute "hissing" sound from time to time.

They drank every last drop of the noodle soup.

"I'm full..." she whispered, her body gradually warming up.

Because of her fever, Xia Lian couldn't taste anything, which ironically became an advantage, as this was the first time she finished dinner faster than Wen Mo.

"Eating so fast?" Wen Mo was a little surprised and put down his chopsticks.

Xia Lian nodded, her eyes innocent. "Because it's delicious."

Of course, this is a lie.

This girl can't even taste anything right now, so how can she talk about whether it's good or not? Saying that is just a case of loving someone because of them; if she likes Wen Mo, she'll naturally like the food he makes.

Wen Mo pursed his lips, revealing an expression of existential doubt.

This noodle soup is so bland, it's practically like boiled water. How can you call that delicious?!

However, upon closer reflection, the specific reason became clear. Wen Mo did not expose her praise, but instead finished his dinner in a few bites.

"It seems like I've finished dinner, but it also feels like I haven't eaten anything." Wen Mo cleared away the dishes and reminded Xia Lian to take her temperature again.

After washing the dishes, Wenmo pushed open the door and entered the bedroom.

"How's it going? Do you know how to use a thermometer?"

Xia Lian had just finished taking her temperature and was pulling open her clothes to take out the thermometer.

Wen Mo quickly looked away until he held a thermometer that was still warm in his hand, which felt strangely hot to the touch.

"Ahem, let me see."

He coughed awkwardly twice, then casually picked up the thermometer.

37.2.

Hmm, the temperature has dropped quite a bit.

The low-grade fever came on quickly and went away just as fast; before the second day even arrived, the temperature had almost returned to normal.

"Not bad, the fever should break by tomorrow." Wen Mo smiled and put the thermometer back in the drawer.

Hearing this, Xia Lian nodded slightly, but her face did not show the expected joy; instead, it showed a hint of disappointment.

Wenmo felt something was off and moved closer. "What's wrong? Why are you so gloomy?"

At the same time, a light rain began to fall outside the window, with a few drops occasionally splashing into the bedroom. Wen Mo went over and closed the window.

When he turned around, he heard footsteps behind him from the girl, whose big eyes were staring straight at Wen Mo.

Thinking she was going to hug him again, Wen Mo smiled helplessly and even stretched out his hands in advance to hug her back.

Unexpectedly, Xia Lian did not rush over immediately this time. After hesitating for a few seconds, she even moved a little further away.

It's like... she's deliberately avoiding him.

Wen Mo was stunned, his smile frozen on his face.

Hmm... Hmm?! This isn't right, is it?!

Wen Mo's expression was strange, and his hands awkwardly remained suspended in mid-air. Several seconds later, he pretended that nothing had happened and withdrew his arms.

"Don't you want a hug today?" Wen Mo said casually, but his forced smile masked his inner trembling. He didn't even realize that his voice was shaking slightly.

What does this mean? Do I have some strange smell?

Or is it that you simply don't want a hug anymore?

I've always been passive, but this time I actually anticipated your thoughts, and yet I lost so completely... Damn!

And this girl even made a face as if she wanted to stay away.

LOL, I never intended to hug you. I just accidentally raised my hands.

Wenmo's mood plummeted like a rollercoaster, his mind in turmoil, and he could only force a smile to cover his embarrassment.

"No, it's like this..." Xia Lian seemed to have something on her mind and said softly.

Wen Mo didn't say anything, just kept smiling awkwardly, wanting to hear Xia Lian's explanation.

After several seconds, Xia Lian finally raised her head, a hint of concern showing in her innocent eyes, "I... have a fever... so I can't... get too close..."

...

Wenmo no longer knew how to describe his feelings. If he had described it as a roller coaster before, now it could only be described as a bumper car.

Has this girl completely forgotten that we just slept in the same bed all day?

Wen Mo scratched his head in frustration, just about to speak.

Rumble, rumble, rumble...!

Suddenly, thunder roared outside, and the storm arrived as expected, relentlessly battering the windows.

Upon hearing the thunder, Wen Mo knew something was wrong.

At times like this, a classic scene is definitely going to be triggered.